Clear Night(Open!)

[Idalia Tsavaris]

Idalia needed a drink. Her visions had been coming rapid fire today. For that she was glad because the models had been looking like spaghetti and refusing to agree on anything. Finally after what felt like forever they had managed to get a relatively good forecast for the weekend. Temperatures could be a little off but they had gotten the precipitation spot on. Of that Idalia was sure. It was going to rain all weekend. So she might as well start it out drinking. Sometimes she hated having the last say in the forecast, it was a lot of responsibility for one person, but it was no different than the role of any one in her position at any other weather station. Occasionally she wondered if her colleagues despised her for rising in the ranks so quickly. Did they think it was only because of her power? Which wouldn't exactly be wrong, but she had proven herself long ago that she could look at any weather map and know the forecast without a vision. She was just good at it.

The problem was that despite knowing what was going to happen, like everything in the future the weather was subject to change. She didn't have a one hundred percent accuracy which wasn't infuriating except when her co-workers decided to rub it in. She sighed and decided to get herself looking decent and drink away her troubles. It made her think of school again, well she wasn't quite so young anymore. Well, still young but it was hard to think of a time when she was younger than she is now. She was letting her hair down and praying it would behave. Her silver heels complimented the black and silver short dress she had picked out. She was just hoping that none of her dog's fur had decided to stick to the dress. It had been a while since she'd gone out. Going out on her own wasn't something that happened very frequently but she was starting to take more risks, she might even give out her number. She laughed at herself, that was crazy talk actually.

She walked to the bar and ordered a minty drink from the bartender. She smiled leaning against her elbows on the bar. This was a pleasant place, a nice atmosphere, good music that wasn't so loud she couldn't hear her own thoughts. She could spend an hour or so here. But that would depend on how drunk she wanted to get and who there was to talk to. Running a hand nervously through her hair she smiled giving the bar tender a thank you as she took her drink and sipped at it. She would definitely have to drink something harder if she wanted to get drunk but this was a good warm up drink. When something like shots of tequila came into the picture that was generally Idalia's sign to stop drinking.

[Alessandro Ricci]

Going bar hopping wasn't always Aless's way of having fun, but he wanted some where his thoughts would be drowned in bass filled music and talking people. The day he had wasn't great. He had gotten a D on his test in his cooking class because he had been an idiot and almost set the classroom on fire. Normally, he would take Jace with him, but he didn't want her to see him like this. God, he was angry. He didn't remember the last time he was that angry.

It took a lot to anger him, it took a lot to have him fly off the handle. Aless had set down one of the towels on the stove while it was still on. It actually caught fire. One of the students had put it out with the fire extinguisher and ruined his food for the test, therefore giving him a D. The only thing he got credit for was actually cooking the food. He entered the club. It wasn't as full as he thought it would be so the music wasn't as loud, but it was loud enough for him.

He ordered a straight whiskey. This was probably one of the few times he ignored everything his parents taught him. He was completely legal to drink, but normally didn't drink because he had addiction in his family. It wasn't very often, but tonight he wanted to pretend to be normal. He wanted to try and not be so damn shy around beautiful women (though he wasn't interested in any but Jace) and be able to think about sex and intimate things without his face turning beet red. Down a couple of stools was a beautiful woman. Could he approach her without coming off as flirty? Could he approach her without Jace thinking he wasn't interested in her anymore? The answer was no, the answer would always be no, but that didn't him that night.

"Hello," he choked out.

[Idalia Tsavaris]

Who hadn’t had a day when everything just hadn’t gone the way it was supposed to. Idalia sighed and silently hoped no one recognized her. If she had another person ask her about the weather she was going to tear someone’s head off. She loved the weather an unnatural amount but there came a point when she wanted nothing more than to observe and not imagine she felt the pressure changes. She just wanted a good thunderstorm or something. Something a little more interesting that just a rain shower. Though that last major vision she had seemed to spell disaster during a strong thunderstorm. There had already been so many strong storms this year. It was insane, she had seen a lot of activity in her visions but normally Vermont was relatively quiet. But it seemed her power was transcending distances a little more than usual. She had called more than a few different stations to give them a head’s up about a major storm headed their way.

She sipped at the drink and smiled to herself. Oh this was exactly like grad school. Save the fact that there weren’t a bunch of other Masters or Ph.D candidates around her all taking shots and complaining loudly about the new outlandish thing their research advisor wanted them to accomplish. Idalia’s was always programming. She had always been good at it, because it was logical, but she didn’t learn the languages intuitively like a lot of her peers. It had to be taught to her. To think now she was teaching a few interns! Sometimes she considered changing careers. She loved what she did but she had not been expecting to spend the most of her time studying the sky and weather behind a computer. She wasn’t going to lie she got unnecessarily excited when she was able to get a nice plot to show up, and have it be correct!

She just placed her drink down and ordered a jack and coke when she caught motion out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t think much of it and took a healthy swallow of her drink. She didn’t think she could drink as much as she used to but she wasn’t about to call it quits after one or two. No, one of her motivations this night was to get as drunk as possible. She held her drink up and was in the process of pouring some more down her throat when a ‘hello’ blurted at her. Her eyes caught the man and it took her just a moment to realize he was talking to her. She put her drink down and swallowed a hand going to her lips to cover a giggle at her gaff. “Hi,” she said brightly her eyes shining with her smile. “Happy Friday,” Idalia said raising her drink in cheers to him. Idalia’s first impression of him was how tall he was! This guy was probably a full foot taller than her, at least. And he was rather attractive. She wasn’t really sure how old he was, the height was kind of throwing her off. She supposed if he stuck around to chat she’d find out soon enough.

[Kadence McAvoy]

Another night at work. That was life, working, paying bills and sleeping. Well, that's how it was for Kadence. She slept during the day which left very little time for anything else. But she was okay with that. Her job was what she lived for now and the social life would come later. Heck, her job was practically all the socializing she needed. She met knew people every day, flirted with anyone that wanted to flirt and made some interesting friends. There was no point in wallowing in her self pity of a sucky social life. High school was over and this was the real world. She'd partied enough in her youth to make up for this.

As she wiped down the unpopulated counter space, she glanced around taking the scene in. There was always so much to see when she was working. Dates, hook-ups, office drinks, many different things happening all at once. This was different than working at the House. There, more people were focused on the dancing and performing than they were on socializing. It was still a great atmosphere. Everyone that thought working as a bartender was a waste of time truly didn't understand what it was like working as one. They were missing out on a party every night and getting paid for it. People even bought her drinks! But being the working girl she was, she never really drank them, that was what the spit bottle was for.

As she looked around the bar, she watched her co-worker helping out two people that were in the midst of just meeting. She could tell by the way the man was nervous and flustered. The woman was much more mild, less frazzled. The age difference wasn't really noticeable, but she had to say there was one. The guy, a very large, muscular guy, was probably close to her age. Maybe even the same age. More than likely non-meta by the looks of him. She'd have recognized him if he went to Hammel. The woman was definitely working class, she held herself in a proper fashion, but not that annoyingly uptight way.

The woman raised her glass and let out an excited statement which made Kadi smile. At least someone was excited it was the weekend. She finished wiping down the counter and went over to where the two sat, refilling the peanut bowl and clearing the glasses. "Are you two okay down here? Anything else I can get you? And are you drinking responsibly," She smirked at the last question to show she was joking. It always ticked her off when people would ask about responsible drinking at a bar. Of course there were some people that were morons and didn't drink responsibly, but not everyone was stupid.